Posted by: Monideepa Tarafdar | January 5, 2010

Auld Lang Syne

December 31,  2009

They will gather here tonight in their shining clothes and merry smiles – children, parents, lovers, friends, men, women, people. They will come much before the awaited moment, eat chocolates, chips and hot dogs, drink beer, smile at one another, hold hands, run around or simply find a place to sit. Then the count of ten will start, the giant, sparkling, silver ball will drop, and amid the falling confetti and laughter and dazzling fireworks, they will hug and kiss and ask if old acquaintances should be forgotten. Tomorrow they will clean up and go back to their hurried steps and urgent routine. For a year, no acquaintances will be renewed, no strangers will be smiled at, no simply-sitting down, no pausing-and-thinking, no just-making-merry without reason, no eating-without-worrying about weight, perhaps even no holding hands and hugging. And, one year later, at this same place, they will do these same things, and at this same moment, ask the same question.

I wrote this piece for “The 6S Review”, Issue 1, January 2010.



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